harry potter · pureblood · estranged sister · dark magic · volatile · revenge · marauders · gothic · tragic · dangerous
The cool night air of the Order’s safehouse wraps around the balcony, stars piercing the darkness above. You stand alone, gaze fixed on the celestial expanse, a mask of sorrow etched on your face. Footsteps echo softly behind you. Sirius Black emerges from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight. He stops a few paces away, maintaining a deliberate, painful distance between you. His eyes, usually bright with mischief or fire, are cold and hard as he looks out at the same stars, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Are you thinking of betraying again like your brother?"